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obsessedwrhys · 6 months ago

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WILD CHILD

ᯓ★ Your emo best friend fucks you in the woods. Both characters are 18+!! MDI!! Smut, cunnilingus, p in v, virgin reader, unprotected sex, smoking (reader is inexperienced), degradation, reader is a preppy girl!! (First smut so its not perfect)

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You found yourself standing at the front of his house. Apparently it's been a while since you guys have hung out due to your busy lives, so you two agreed to make time and meet up today to catch up.

You knocked on the door a couple of times and it took a couple of seconds before somebody opens it. A smile made it to your face when you saw it was none other than your best friend.

He was still the same.

Same black hair.

Same jeans and tees.

But he's gotten more tattoos and piercings.

Regardless, his lack of change was comforting in a way.

"Hi" He said, pulling his headphones off and despite the distance between you both, you could still hear the faint loud music playing.

"Hey, how have you been?" You said, deciding to start some small talk while he closed the door behind him before walking alongside you.

He shrugs.

"I've been good, what about you?" He barely looks at you, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I'm getting by... so where are you taking me exactly?" You asked, intrigued from his text that he sent you the other night. How he promised to take you somewhere special.

"The woods"

The woods?

The way he answered so bluntly made you chuckle a bit.

"Are you planning to kill me? Hide my body in the woods so nobody will find me" You joked and it was enough to have the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

"Maybe? Who knows..." He said.

After a few moments of walking, you guys made it to the woods but now you aren't sure where exactly this special place is considering how you guys are already walking past so many beautiful places. Especially the stream you saw just now. Suddenly the path became bumpy, overtaken by rocks and roots that it took all your focus not to trip on it.

"Take my hand" He said, offering you his hand with his back turned to you. Without hesitation, you took it, feeling the familiar warmth and roughness of his palm.

Eventually you two made it to the place. There were multiple blankets on the mattress placed on the ground, a mini portable stove, and a lantern placed just nearby. From how he decorated it, it looked awfully cozy.

"Welcome to my spot, no one in my family knows where this is so I can be alone. I also do my homework here sometimes and this is also the place where I nap" He said and sat atop of the blankets. His eyes focused on you as he watches you still standing there.

"Sounds relaxing" You commented, looking around a bit before joining him on the blanket.

The second you made yourself comfortable, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. You watch as he lights one up before inhaling it. It was when he sees you staring so much that he hands it to you.

"Here, try one. They aren’t that bad once you get used to them" He lifts it slightly to urge you on even more. You hesitated... before taking it from between his fingers.

You examine it almost like it's alien.

"How do you use this?" You asked and he couldn't help but smile a little at how lost you are.

To him it's like watching a baby take its first step.

"Just put it between your lips and suck on it. You aren’t swallowing or blowing it out your nose. You just wanna breathe the smoke in and out of your lungs" He instructed but despite his guidance, you were still confused.

You put it between your lips and tried to inhale the smoke but it seemed that the heavy smell overwhelmed you to the fact you ended up coughing. He laughs at you as he took the cigarette out from your hand.

"Wow you really suck at this" He said, his hand being quick to rub your back while you continued on coughing.

Right before putting out the cigarette, he took one last drag and then tossed it away. Your eyes were clearly red and so was your face burning.

Then you felt movement of him laying down, you looked to see him patting on the empty spot behind you, signalling you to lay down as well. And you did just that.

"There you go, more cozy" He said.

And he wasn't wrong.

You could feel your mind being at ease from being present at the moment. It's like all your responsibilities are gone.

"I could fall asleep like this..." You uttered and he turns to look at you.

"Then you should come here with me more..." From the thought itself, you couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"My mom would kill me. She doesn't even know I'm here right now"

"Well, maybe I’ll help you do things your mom would kill you over someday. How about I help you experience life more?" He smiled and you weren't sure but you had a feeling he was being flirty with you when he said that.

Or it could just be the tobacco getting to your head...

"When did you even learn how to smoke?" You turned to your side to face him and he mirrors you.

He shrugs.

"I don’t remember. It wasn’t that long after my first breakup though. I stole a pack of smokes from my mom, it felt good the first time so I kept doing it. I also do other things to calm down but this is just my preferred choice" He said and your brows narrowed a bit by the mention of his ex.

"The girl who cheated on you?"

"Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about her" He sighs.

"I understand" You replied and he stares at you, a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. One that has gotten you into too much trouble during your years of friendship.

"Do you have an ex?" He asks and you scoff in disbelief.

"I wish but my mom says I can't until I'm 30 or something"

"Sheesh..."

He stares at you, again with the same look but his lips are now curving into a smirk.

"So you never kissed a boy?" He asked and the forwardness of his question made you go quiet for a second.

"No" You answered.

You weren't sure if it was just you but you could feel the tension in the air grow thicker, making it harder to breath.

"Do you know how to?"

"Not really"

He chuckles, almost finding your innocence adorable.

"It’s not hard, I could teach you if you want" He offered that for a second you thought you were hearing things.

"You're messing with me right?"

"Nono I'm serious, it's completely up to you if you wanna learn. You don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of your future boyfriend right?"

The way he said it with a snarky look made it so tempting.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try"

You cleared your throat awkwardly when he moved himself closer to you. He looks at you, almost unbothered by all of this.

"How exactly do you kiss?" You asked and he thinks for a while.

"Eh... it's... better if I demonstrate it... you just do it like this" He places a hand on the back of your neck and you felt your chest flutter when he pressed his lips on yours.

It was so soft.

He kisses you almost in a gentle, yet passionate way. His piercing felt cold and tasted metallic against your lips. You felt your mind spin but the moment his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you couldn't contain the sound you made from it. Your reaction causing him to grin as he kissed you longer before pulling away.

“Like that... did you get it?" He said but you were too busy registering what just happened.

Guilty enough, you really liked it.

Probably a little too much.

You slightly rubbed your thighs together, experiencing the same burning feeling you'd feel during those nights you had the house to yourself.

You were too caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the way he was staring at your thighs.

Fuck the sight alone made him excited.

"Are you... horny right now?" He asked, a cocky look on his face.

That's when you finally snapped back to thinking rationally.

Your mom would kill you if you did something like this!!

"Ah shit sorry—"

"No don't apologise. I'm also horny" He said, his voice getting quieter as he inches closer to kiss you on the lips again.

You couldn't help but whimper at how rough he was being with you. And he'd laugh, the sounds you were making just encouraging him even more. As the kiss progresses, he'd push you back a bit so that he was on top of you.

With your arms pinned above your head, his lips trailed down to kissing your neck, leaving bites and marks everywhere it landed on. The hardness of his teeth biting down on your skin made it harder to keep quiet.

You were embarrassed.

You never thought that your best friend would be pulling these noises out of you.

"Fuck... I want you so badly, do you want me too?" He asks, looking up at you as he nibbled on your shirt. His makeup making him appear undeniably irresistible.

The sight left you breathless that you could only respond by nodding to his question.

"Yes..."

He smiles hearing you allow him to continue.

"C'mon, let me get you out of your clothes. I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" He grabs you firmly on the waist and you did as he told.

Carefully, he helped you strip off of your clothes until you were nearly naked. The bulge on his pants growing unmistakable just from looking at you.

"You're so pretty..." He'd mumble, pushing you back on the mattress.

Feeling like your heart's gonna explode, you watched as he trailed his fingers between your clothed folds.

You let out a soft moan, sensitive to his touch.

"You're already so wet for me..." He sighed, rubbing his now wet fingers together.

Growing impatient, he rolled your panties down your thighs until they were completely off. The sight of your pussy glistening made him swallow.

"I wanna taste you— can I?" He pleaded with his eyes begging for a yes and naturally you let him.

"Thank you" He'd say before kneeling down between your legs and lowering himself til he was face to face to the sensitive spot of your body.

You felt the warmth of his breath against you, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. It feels like everything is happening so fast. You shut your eyes as you felt his hands grip on your thighs, gently spreading them wider to grant him better access.

"You've never had anyone eat you out right?" He asks almost dizzy from the moment alone.

"Never" You said and he moan softly at the thought of him being your first.

If anything it boosted his ego.

With agonizing slowness, his tongue slid along your folds, tracing the delicate contours. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as the sensations overwhelmed you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, sucking gently as his tongue danced across the bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!!" You screamed, your hands instinctively reaching for his hand.

He groans and the vibration on his tongue against your clit made you even more aroused.

The pace of his ministrations quickened, his tongue lapping and swirling that it had your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for more. You were lost in the haze of ecstasy, your world narrowed down to the incredible sensations he was creating between your legs.

"F-Fuck— Feels so good" You cried.

His grip on your thighs tightened til his nails were digging in your skin, trying his best to hold you steady as he worked. The air was thick with the sounds of your shared gasps and moans. With how loud you were, it's a good thing he chose to bring you to the woods.

"Mm... you close?" He asked, the wet sounds beneath you making you draw closer to the edge.

"Mhm" You nodded with your eyes closed.

Suddenly his fingers dig into the soft flesh between your inner thighs, making you gasp. But before you could process it, his tongue swirled faster and the strokes growing more insistent as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You felt the pressure building, a feeling thrumming through your body.

"I'm— I'm coming!!" You gasped, your chest rising and falling fast at the build up of your orgasm.

"Yesyesyes— let go for me baby" Your juices were now getting all over his chin and hand from his brutal pace but he loved it, he loved having himself coated in your scent.

You arched your back as your lips parted, you moaned and he moaned along with you, matching the volume of how good he was making you feel.

Your body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over you. But he didn't stop and continued his ministrations. Your vision whited out, the world shrinking down to just the two of you and the all-consuming bliss.

"Mmm..." He hums, lapping at every last drop he could get out of you.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, you lay there, boneless and spent, gazing down at your best friend who began taking off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and the ridges of his abdomen both covered entirely by tattoos. What fascinated you most was how he had his nipples pierced. Shamelessly, Your eyes then trailed down to the potent bulge of his arousal.

He palms himself once he catches you staring.

"You want this?" He teased, a smirk on his face. You look away feeling embarrassed at the position you're in.

"Why are you acting like you didn't just come from my tongue huh?" His fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down antagonizingly slow.

Your pulse quickened, your breath catching in your throat by the time he finally stepped out of his jeans. His hand wrapped around his own shaft, his touch gentle as he stroked himself. The sight was mesmerizing, your gaze drawn to the rhythmic motion.

It was clear he was doing this to edge you on.

He wanted to hear you beg for him to put it in you.

"Ohhh fuck..." He groaned, running his other hand through his hair as he bucked his hips up to match the pace of his strokes.

It made you whimper.

"Please..." You blurted out the words without realising. He stops to look at you.

"Please what? Did I fuck you dumb now you can't speak properly?" He asks and you let out a shaky sigh at his harsh words, your excitement now growing more between your thighs.

"Please just... fuck me..." You uttered, wondering how you are able to face him after this.

He smiles seeing how shy you were getting...

He enjoyed the effects he was having on you.

"Anything for you..." He says, grabbing by your feet and pulling you down to him that you yelped at his strength.

He chuckles as he lines himself against you.

"I'm gonna be your first— you like that? You like getting fucked by your best friend?" He cooed, having the tip of his shaft circling and caressing your clit.

You shuddered at the delicious friction, another soft whimper escaping from your lips.

"Y-Yes" You moaned.

"Do you let all your friends use you or is it just me?" He whispers as he slowly pushed himself inside you, the thick head of his arousal stretching and filling you with a gentle pressure.

He groans, shoving his face into your shoulder and you couldn't control the erotic moans you were making.

"Answer me whore" He pants, his hands putting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"Just— you!!"" You sobbed pathetically as you fist the blankets underneath you.

The sensation was overwhelming, his girth and length stretching you in ways you'd never expected you could experience.

"Fucck— you're so tight," He cursed, his voice low and husky with pleasure.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, promise" He murmured.

As he bottomed out, his arousal buried deep within you, he paused, his chest heaving with exertion. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Despite how badly he wanted to have you right now, he needed to make sure you weren't in any pain because that's the least that he wants right now. He leans down to kiss you but this time it's sweeter. You hum happily as you kissed him back.

Your hands were tugging at the wristbands that he still had on his wrists. He smiles looking down at the way you're playing with it.

"Adorable..." He purred, rubbing the side of his face against yours.

Just as he said that, he began moving his hips. His thrusts starting off slow but it was still enough to have you moan out of pleasure. The friction of his shaft rubbing against you made you lose your breath. You were sure you've lost any senses to think straight.

"Take off your bra... I wanna suck on your tits" He breathes out and in a swift movement, you unclasped your bra and threw it away.

Following his command like a puppet.

Without letting a second pass, he dips his head down, latching his mouth onto your perky nipple and sucking hard. You moan and pulled on his hair from how overwhelmed he was making you and your grip made him whimper. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as he starts to pound into you relentlessly.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy mix with your loud moans and his own grunts of pleasure filled the woods.

"Mmm... yeeah— that's it, take my cock" He grunt almost animalistic.

His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace, drilling his thick cock deep inside of you while letting out a guttural groan. At the same time he bites down lightly on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other one and giving it the same attention.

Everything was too much.

Too fucking much.

"I'm close...!" You whimpered and he could feel your walls start to flutter around his cock as he continues his relentless pace.

"Yeah? You want me to come inside you?" He cooed, slamming his hips against yours harder and faster.

You nod without hesitation, your brows furrowed from the intensity while your eyes are shut close.

One of his hands slides up your body to roughly grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You opened your eyes to see his makeup slightly smeared and his necklaces bouncing against his chest but that just made him look even hotter. You moaned when you felt that same pressure building again.

Your panting growing louder and your body twitching the second your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches and you let out a loud, shuddering moan, your whole body trembling beneath him. It felt like all of you were melting that for a second you swore you could see stars.

"Oh shit" He gasps, feeling the way your walls were clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

With a few more desperate thrusts, he growls out as his cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep inside of your quivering pussy. His body loses strength that he ends up collapsing on top of you, panting heavily as the last of his orgasm subsides.

He hums as he buries his face into your hair. The two of you twitching uncontrollably and trying to catch your breaths.

He laid on top of you a couple of seconds before he pushes himself up, he rubs his nose, sniffing a bit as his eyes looked down to watch himself slowly pull his cock out, some of his cum already dripping out. You sigh at the absence of him inside you and he chuckles at your reaction.

"You did so good for your first time" He laid himself beside you and kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

"That felt... really weird... but in a good way..." You struggled to express yourself since your mind was still reliving what just happened.

He smiles.

"You know that makes us friends with benefits..." He scoots closer to you, engulfing you in his embrace.

"Meaning...?"

"You can call me anytime if you wanna do this again" He brushes your hair out of your sweaty face. You think over his words.

"Anytime?" You repeated and he nods.

There's a feeling that anytime might come sooner.

Shout out to @wveelr who convinced me to feed in to my addiction

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anomaliex · 1 month ago

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I like to think that a bard's nature determines how their inspiration feels to receive. Fabian's and Fig's would be similar in small ways because they're both somewhat fiery, though I'd ultimately describe his as warm and hers as hot, which definitely makes a difference.

I imagine Fig's changing over the course of her journey and starting out a little sharper and, like, spicy? When she winks at you or grants you words of encouragement you feel it in your chest first. Your heart is set aflame with something that isn't quite passion but certainly motivating you to act act act until you've achieved something, though you're not quite sure what that something is yet and whether you want it at all. The feeling fills up your ribcage until it threatens to burst and then starts to crawls up your throat, heavy like molten rocks, and you feel like you'll throw up if you don't act soon but you never do. It's fine? You're just bursting with energy. It's pure adrenaline, and it doesn't feel bad, but you feel restless in the way Fig so often does.

As she grows older and more content or at least in agreement with herself the inspiration would become a little less nerve-wracking. Only a little, though. Your heart starts beating faster and you feel the blood rush through your body stronger than ever before. You run hot. There is fire burning under your skin; it does not hurt or scorch you, but it burns hotter and hotter as it calls for you to act until you do, and when you do your body moves with a vigour that is unnatural to you. Your mind is sharp. Your voice doesn't tremble and you speak the right words as if your tongue had always known them. The flames subside eventually but you remember the confidence of them dancing behind your every breath. There is a less pretentious way of saying all this but I don't know how to get it across without using a lot of words.

Fabian's is kinda, I don't know, I was a lot less sure about Fabian's. If Fig's inspiration is the flames of hellfire nicking at your skin until you unleash them then Fabian's inspiration is a big bonfire lending you warmth in the dead of night. It is a warm, heavy blanket of comfort wrapping itself around your very soul and simply resting there, waiting for you to do what Fabian knows you to be capable of anyway — you just needed the reassurance. It is him, holding your hand and leading you through a gentle waltz if only for you to take another step forward, into territory that may be unknown or treacherous but is ultimately destined to be conquered by your efforts. Spring break or not, he believes in you. Fabian's inspiration is almost always given out with a declaration of his absolute confidence in your abilities and he needs you to understand that he's earnest every time. Also it tastes sweet but in a charred way. Like marshmallows.

Quick less thought out mention Ruben. In his normal state it's refreshing and distinctively salty, a warm summer breeze washing over you as you stand barefooted on the warm sand of a beach at sunset. Emo Ruben's inspiration has turned to a cold autumn, and it's uncanny because you suddenly don't feel at home in the only place you've ever known anymore. It's sweet now, but it's not a pleasant sweetness. Too much. Kind of nauseating. Rotten apples.

Mazey's is kind of bitter, I think. It is a family recipe of herbal tea to soothe your soar throat, it is the low hum of a deep voice singing a familiar lullaby to soothe you to sleep. It is also walking through a monotone stone labyrinth where nothing ever changes and you don't progress in solitude until you reinvent yourself and climb right out because the sun will rise once more even if you have to make it. How are those concepts related? I don't know man just bear with me here. Mazey's inspiration is taking something you've known for a long time, blowing the dust off of it, and letting it fill you with a warm sense of comfort. You know how to do this, don't panic, return to the basics and go with the flow.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #rambling into the void #fabian aramais seacaster #fig faeth #figueroth faeth #bad kids #headcanons #ruben hopclap #mazey phaedra

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cloudycera · 3 months ago

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The Lore I created for the batfam purely so I could fit them into Emo Billy’s Universe. Mostly cause to me Bruce is closer to Billy lore wise than Superman.

Bruce’s Parents die due to Gothams insane organised crime problem and to combat that he decides, wow actually to defeat the mafia, I should make my own group so powerful that we become the only group in Gotham and stop the fighting forever. (The no killing policy is still very much alive but those punches still hit realllll hard)

So he does this for a few years before meeting Grayson, same story as canon but now mafia edition. Kinda awkward for a kid to be in the mafia now but I digress, Jason actively hates the mafia but decides to join Bruce in his mission to fix Gotham. By now Bruce is married to Talia, they have a good run for a while but when she gives birth to Damian he dies prematurely and they drift apart after that and eventually separate. Little bit after that Jason dies, Family sad but they move on together to realise Jason’s dream.

Tim’s family get into some trouble with a rival gang and go to Bruce for help but unfortunately his parents die in the dispute and he joins Bruce. Meets Stephanie in middle school and pretty much the same as canon actually. Don’t come for me I’m no master of the Batman timeline but I’m putting Cass right after Tim and Steph but she’s just a couple years younger than them. Bruce adopts her.

Duke is one of many children orphaned by the mafia problem and was placed in one of the orphanage the Wayne’s established. Does a bit of “vigilanting” and Bruce brings him in.

Barbara is a detective looking for the man that tried to kill her and her father by burning down their house.

As you would guess neither Damian nor Jason are dead, Talia brought them back with the Lazarus pit, when Jason returns to Gotham Damian is keen and meeting his father. Talia spoils Damian so there’s no universe where she’s gonna really deny him that so she introduces Damian to Bruce, Talia and Bruce do not see eye to eye for obvious reasons but they keep it cordial for Damian.

Damian is a little weird, just a lil, he doesn’t understand the mission the rest of his family has for Gotham but he knows they care about it so he tries to help though his methods are a tad bit extreme, he keeps to the no killing thing though so no one can really stop him per se. Good heart wonky head.

Am I missing someone🤔

#batman #bruce wayne #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #talia al ghul #dc robin #justice league #dc heroes #dc dcomics

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vanfleeter · 6 months ago

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Conjure: (Sneak Peek)

Twins.

Noun. A person or thing that is exactly like the other.

They were born into this world from the same womb–only five minutes apart. Two brothers who share just about everything. Everything they did was done together, except for their school classes. Too chaotic to be in the same class together. The only time they were ever purposely separated, and not by their choice. They made pact when they were young, that since they came into this world together, they leave this world together.

Twenty-eight years came and went in a blur. They survived significant others that came and went, some staying longer than others. They were each others ride or die, no one could replace either one of them. They had their own best friends, but they were each other’s built in best friend from the start.

As the years went on, and the older they grew, they slowly became their own person with their own identity. Though they share all the same facial qualities, Jake wanted to be his own person. He was getting tired of people confusing him with Josh. He especially hated it when Josh tried to pretend to be him. So he grew out his hair while Josh typically kept his short and curly. They mutually decided to dress differently, growing tired of wearing matching outfits that their mother would put them in. His style grew different from Josh’s. While Josh was more hippie and international, Jake kept his casual and laid back. He became the emo twin, the long bangs and the hipster clothing. Even their music style had its slight differences, despite growing up around the same genres.

They even had different passions. Jake loved music. He learned how to play guitar a very young age, and it was the one thing that he stayed true to. He had dreams of playing music like his grandfather, but he wanted to be BIG. Have a band, compose his own songs, travel around the world while playing his music. Josh on the other hand, he dreamt of producing films. Come junior high and high school, he produced a few short films with the help of Jake, of course. He was also into theater, unlike Jake. He loved to act, loved to the center of attention, whereas Jake did not. Jake tended to hang out behind the scenes, keep to himself and just not be bothered unless he choose to be.

And while Jake practiced and practiced to get better at guitar, he helped Josh make his movies. He even acted in them, despite being the one who didn’t want to act. But Josh was the director and the producer, someone had to be the actor. So when Jake wasn’t behind the camera and capturing all the good shots for Josh, he was in front of the camera and doing his best as an actor.

Eventually Jake began to form his own band and since he helped Josh with his movies, Josh returned the favor and decided that he would help Jake with his music. Jake promised him that once they made it big and Josh was ready to step down, he would help Josh again with his film. And so they did just that. They roped in their younger brother Sam who learned to play the bass and taught himself how to play the keys. Eventually they brought on a good family friend, Danny–who also grew into being one of their brothers. Family. That’s what they were, and that’s what they always would be.

And for the next ten years, the twins were still together. They even moved in together for a while, even with their significant others, because they just couldn’t separate from each other.

Until Josh made the decision to move out with his partner. “It’s time,” He said. “We need our own spaces if we want our relationships to work..” He patted Jake on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m not that far, and besides, I’ll give you a key so you can come over whenever you want to.”

Though they lived apart now, they still were inseparable, even when they went on tour. They were always together.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Josh joked one night as he handed Jake a glass of whiskey. “And apparently the same goes for you.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Nah, we made a pact. If you go down, I’m going down with you.”

Josh chuckles. “That silly ole pact, Jacob,” He sips on his wine. “I can’t believe you’re still holding onto that.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders and sips his whiskey. “I don’t think I could ever live a day without you…”

Little did he know that living without his twin forever was approaching faster than he was ever expecting…

Coming soon on 10/1 as part of Jaketober 👻

I fear that I have missed some people either here or in the comments. If I did, please let me know!! Tumblr won't let me tag or comment people all of a sudden!! I do apologize!! ♡

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bookie-bookdust · 3 months ago

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Sebastian Sallow Headcanons

Shitty attempt at headcanons for my morally gray, stubborn Sebby boy in Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks. It's long for literally no reason besides I don't know how to shut up.

My Seb has gone through it. He suffers - but he also deserves it for that whole "ignorant" outburst days after what happened in the Restricted Section on the night of the Yule Ball. So yeah, he's begging for forgiveness by the end when he realizes how torn he and MC's relationship has become - not without stubbornly trying to get under her skin first.

This idiot constantly wears tight clothes - not because he knows it drives MC insane, though if he noticed, it would get much much worse for her lol- but it's because he's so damn messy he grabs the first clean thing he can find in the morning (slutty little vests, tight sweaters, button downs with stressing buttons - RIP MC).

Reading glasses - enough said.

He's an extremely adept magic wielder. Not only can he cast multiple Unforgivables with shorter cooldowns, but his spells are obscenely strong. MC has not been able to beat him in a duel since that very first time.

That being said, he can't cast a patronus because he's a sad emo boy.

Fav spell: Confringo. Secret fav spell: Imperio.

It's not with the times, but he would definitely listen to metal music. You can't convince me otherwise.

The morally gray/dark wizard line is sooooo veryyyyyy thinnnnnnnn and will get worse.

He doesn't trust aurors and would NEVER BECOME ONE!!!!!!!! Why do ya’ll want him to be a cop so bad??? (Unless he's a dirty cop lol)

Career-wise, he'd be a curse breaker, healer, or a dark wizard 😌

Irrevocably dedicated to the ones he loves, and if he feels its dire enough, he will hurt them to protect them. Trust me on this - for no reason in particular😇

Not opposed to getting on his knees and begging hehehehe...

A skilled healer due to countless hours in the library studying up on a cure for Anne.

Has burned his fingerprints off with too many fire spells. And speaking of his fingers, it's common to spot him with ink staining his skin from all his note taking.

While he's charming and cocky, he sees himself as lesser, dispensable, and directly blames himself for all of his life tragedies.

Anger issues - duh.

Not sure if I'll even get into this in SSFS, but my Seb comes from a family of the Dark Arts - whether he's aware of it or not. We already know Solomon used them. I'd like to think his parents did as well, which is what led to their deaths. The Sallow line is cursed as fuck. Will be exploring this more in a future Dark Seb project where he has to break this curse.

Will make dick jokes. No one is safe.

While he'd make a great beater in Quidditch, his life just doesn't have space for trivial things. He's too busy with murder.

Speaking of body count LOL, he's charmed quite a few witches, but no one has shorted his brain quite like MC. He's intently studied some interesting books in the Restricted Section fantasizing testing out some things.

Idk when his birthday is lol. I'm just agreeing with everyone else.

Seb's relationship with Ominis is interesting....I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if their friendship is going to survive in my world. Seb crosses too many lines. Obliviating your best friend really drives a wedge between you.

THE manipulator. We don't get to see too much of this in SSFS because we're in MC's pov. Particularly because he uses his wiles differently on her. But one of my favorite examples is even as he's mocking her for her poor attempt at lying in the broom closet, he's actively making her anxious (and hot and bothered lol) with that little thread on her sweater. And eventually she slips up. He's such a mother fucker lol.

Okay this post is way too long. I'm gonna leave now lol. BYEEEEE.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy headcanon #sebastian sallow headcanon #hogwarts legacy fanfic #I'm more than aware most of these are common lol #I'm doing my best ok I'm lazy and don't like developing things lol

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harrywavycurly · 2 years ago

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Sarah my sweet can we get a conversation between one night reader and Wayne when she’s making him dinner? 💞

Hiiii babes!! Sure, I love me some Wayne content so I hope you enjoy this and also idk why it kinda made me emo so I’m sorry 😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Wayne wants you to know he’s here if you need him and he doesn’t mean just with baby stuff*

“Hey sugar it’s just me.” “What’s up Daddio? Rumor around town is you got yourself a new work truck….” “What did we say about Daddio?” “It’s a no…you’re Wayne…just Wayne and for Dotty it’s whatever she feels like calling you…” “Exactly but yes I sure did get me a new work truck only took ten damn years…wanna check it out?…what’s that smell?” “Oh I’m making dinner…you are staying for dinner right?” “Of course…what’s on the menu? You need me to hang those shelves still or did Eddie finally get around to it?” “It’s just chicken enchilada casserole…nothing fancy…oh yes please if you don’t mind? I have a few books that I’d like to go on them…now let’s go see that truck.” “Stairs or do you wanna brave the elevator?” “Stairs…always the stairs…oh shit is that her? She’s so pretty look at that paint job.” “Oh hush…she’s used but she’s new to me and she runs like a dream.” “That’s good Wayne you deserve it…oh nice backseat…is that a damn car seat?” “Yes? I’m her grandpa I gotta have a car seat and it’s the exact same as the one in your car.” “I’m not even sure why I’m shocked…we’re gonna have to arm wrestle to see who gets to drive her home from the hospital aren’t we?” “No…I’ll let you take her from the hospital but I’m gonna meet you here or wherever you’ll be living.” “What’s that mean?…where I’ll be living?” “Ed told me you two are looking at apartments tomorrow…figured it was for the both of you?” “Oh no…it’s an apartment for him…just him..and you know eventually Dotty will stay there with him too but yeah it’s just his apartment.” “Right…well come on let’s get back up there so I can hang these shelves.” “Hey Wayne?” “Yeah?” “Thank you…for everything…I’m glad Dotty is gonna have you in her life.” “I’m not just in her life you know that right?…I’m in yours too.” “We both know I’ll be forgotten about the moment she’s born…you can’t fool me Wayne.” “Oh that’s enough of that…I’m just saying I’m here if you ever need me okay? And I mean for anything…like it or not we’re family now sweetheart.” “I mean..I guess everyone could use a Wayne in their life…” “damn straight…now come on before you burn my dinner.” “God you two really are related…so bossy.”

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doubledyke · 1 day ago

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Some of my eene head cannons are:

Double D knows how to play guitars (any type) and he secretly likes rock music (or screamo, pop punk, and emo)

Eddy likes to go to malls to dress in drag and see if he can “pick up some cute guys” there. Also he’s closeted gay but won’t admit it ever because he doesn’t want to be disliked again

Kevin is trans. I stand by that. And/ or he has an older sister that spoils him. Also I feel like he likes some girly things. (Idk like Britney Spears and making cute bracelets)

Nazz has a single mom and her father isn’t in the picture. I also feel like she gets baby fever a lot and that’s why she loves being a babysitter

Rolf is probably gay but doesn’t know how to tell his family. Only Kevin knows about it and they both secretly support one another. Also I feel like he gets drunk out of a wooden tankard a lot and ends up in the barn talking to his animals like they are people. (Mainly Victor)

Ed is depressed. He acts all happy around others so they don’t worry about it. It causes him to have bad hygiene and he has a slight eating disorder bc of his mental health. I also feel like he acts the way he does just to blow off steam. He likes to do art and draws out how he feels

Sarah knows about her brother’s mental health but she doesn’t know how to bring it up. She feels like if she does then Ed would be in more trouble with his parents

Jimmy has a death note. Do I even have to go into that? I also feel like he is a completely different person when no one is around. I also feel like he’s just plain up Janegirl. There’s nothing about him that is even close to masculinity

Johnny is full on hippie. And I’m talking HIPPIE same with his parents. Stuff that is indigenous they follow. Or the things with sage and evil eyes he’s got it. Plank is also a pendent of protection for him and that’s why he is so aggressive when people take him

Plank is either a garden angle or just a spirit

Sorry for the long list, lol, I’ve always just wanted to share these :)

hey thanks for sharing your ideas!!

i agree about edd being a multi-instrumentalist!! i see him playing piano and violin as well. and drums. and the theremin. and i sometimes toy with the idea of him being goth but i think emo edd could also be cute lol

everyone knows i love eddy in drag 🥴 it's my favorite thing ever. and everyone also knows i love exploring his "in the closet" era. just about all the fics (~4 lol) ive ever written involve him struggling with that. for me though he'd have to come out eventually cuz first of all, pretty much everyone already thinks he's fruity, and he's way too ⭐flamboyant⭐ to keep it a secret. but he'd probably keep it under wraps till he's out of his parents place.

haha trans kevin is valid. i don't personally share that headcanon but i mean hey it's not farfetched. i can see that being a thing. i never thought about him having a sibling but that's cute! maybe a sister who's off in college or something.

im pretty certain ive talked about nazz having a single mom on here? i think so, unless it was in a DM to someone but yeah big agree on that one. i think her mom is like a former party girl who decided to settle down once she accidentally got knocked up. probably doesn't know for certain who the father is... idk i can't honestly remember nazz ever really mentioning her parents so maybe none of it makes sense but who cares. but yeah nazz's mom is a real sweet lady overall. got really into "wellness" after she quit taking recreational drugs. perhaps she's a massage therapist now. ok i went off the rails there sorry.

ironically though i dont picture nazz ever having kids, but she probably does love them and goes through those moments of thinking she wants them.

lol drunk rolf would be so funny. he'd probably have unfettered access to beer as a teen since his family is some kinda european. i can see kevin watching rolf down a liter of schwarzbier without batting an eye and thinking he can do the same.

yeah ed definitely has issues with depression. i feel like this image pretty much encapsulates what it's like to be ed

the hygiene thing makes sense and so does the ED part. i usually chock those things up to sensory/allergy issues but it could be both!! i do like the idea of ed and sarah getting closer after bps too. she doesn't seem like someone who's very lovey dovey or in tune with her emotions so i could see how she'd be at a loss for what to do when it comes to her big bro. and to be quite frank i don't think ed's parents know/care to know about his struggles. they think he's just being "difficult".

lmao thats hilarious. if jimmy had a death note, it'd just be eddy's name written over and over and over again. and tea, jimmy is such a gender icon.

and yeah 100% jonny is a super crunchy hippie. i like this idea of him and his family being involved in some sort of spirituality and that plank is somehow related to it haha. i don't know enough about that kind of thing to really speak on it but i had the idea that maybe his family is from louisiana and there's some new orleans voodoo stuff going on there.

thanks again for sharing! yall really came through and it was fun to read people's takes and give my unsolicited opinions 🫶

#theres one more ask in my inbox that i will get to asap #ive had a miserable ass day so im gonna go lay down and die for a bit

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aita-blorbos · 5 months ago

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AITA for murdering four people because a guy made a gross comment about my sister?

I, 13F lost my older sister, who I'll call A, 23F a few days ago. It was an incredibly devastating loss for me and was also deeply traumatic. She had been forced to assist in a murder by her boss R, 39M, who had an insane amount of influence and power over legal officials because he's been blackmailing them for 15 years. Since our country's legal system is incredibly fucked up, they refused to acknowledge the fact that she was under duress and sentenced her to death alongside R.

About six months ago, I found a childhood diary of A's from before I was born. I'm not going to go into detail about what I found, but it was enough to make me literally vomit. I felt really hurt that she, as well as my oldest sister, F, 33F, had completely hidden so much about my families history from me, as I knew SOMETHING had happened before this (A was in beauty pageants and on a reality TV show as a little girl as well as in incredibly sexualised ads and magazines and shit as a teen and barely an adult) and I knew A was plagued by nightmares, but I didn't know what they were about.

So, about three days after my sister's execution, two boys I knew, who I'll call W, 15M, and C, 17M, started to mock me and my beloved girlfriend D, 13F. The two boys had often gotten tried to bully me and my girlfriend for being weird emo lesbians, but that day W said something that made me see red. He told me, quote, "Damn, I wish I could've fucked your sister before she died."

I immediately start punching and kicking him and W, as well as C, start attacking me back. D didn't really get physically involved with the fight because she's always been incredibly anti confrontational and shy, but she did cheer me on. Eventually, our teacher found us and sent us to the vice principal's office and he suspended all four of us for a few days.

Now, D's parents have always been incredibly abusive and as soon as she found out she was being expelled, she burst into tears. D and I grown increasingly codependent over the past 6 months and I've let her know many times that I can and will kill for her, to which her response was usually, "please do not do that", but this time I actually wanted to kill her parents. So, we were dismissed and we went our seperate ways from the two men.

I took D to the apartment where I live and I convinced her to kill her parents with me to make sure they wouldn't kill her first. Eventually she agreed and we snuck into her home in the middle of the night and slit her parents throats in their sleep. Cue typical body hiding, dismembering, yada yada all that. I even got to take a nice, romantic bath with D to wash the blood off our bodies.

Anyway, the next morning, I wake up and I decide that last night was a really fun date and I wanted to do it again. So obviously the next people we kill were gonna be W and C. My girlfriend was MUCH more hesitant to follow through with this plan because W and C are still kids or whatever, they hurt her much less than her parents hurt her, beating them up was enough, and they both have little sisters who are in our homeroom at school who don't deserve to lose a sibling. I managed to convince her anyway, despite how reluctant she was.

We set up a false account under the name of a girl in our class called S, 13F, who had been severely bullying D and even sent her to hospital for a "prank". We added the two guys to a groupchat and managed to lure them into a forest by promising sex and weed because we know that they're both stoners and weird horny teenage boys.

I found them in the woods and stabbed W a couple times. C managed to get away and call the cops after seeing his best friend die so D went after him and stabbed him to death too. At some point the cops showed up and circled D and I with guns, to which I got really scared they were going to hurt my girlfriend and jumped at her, causing all the cops to fire at once.

So I'm currently writing this from the bullshit afterlife the wizard put us in (my bloodline is cursed by a wizard but thats neither here nor there) and W and C are REALLY mad at me. Also, apparently D was right because W's sister, T, 13F, just showed up on account of literally killing herself because she missed her brother so bad.

So, yeah, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #suicide mention #grooming #GROOMING MENTION #child death #abuse mention #child abuse mention

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jamitron2000 · 19 days ago

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Demon Gowther headcanons because he's literally the best (trust) and there's not enough canon or general content about him!! (featuring Glariza and merlins dad here and there)

He loves cats, absolutely adores them. before he was goatdad he was catdad. Glariza thinks it's the sweetest thing ever seeing her husband (or bf at the time) at the front door most mornings feeding strays

childhood friends with the chief of Belialuin (merlins dad). they were forced apart because of the war and eventually stopped thinking of eachother, having to worry more and more about their own families as the war got more serious.

when gowther started mentoring merlin, they saw eachother again. after that they didn't lose contact again.

he couldn't attend merlins dad's funeral since he was already locked up at that point.

fell in love with Glariza the second he layed eyes on her.

"Mate, look at her. look look look look look."

"Who am I supposed to be looking at, gowther?"

"the pretty one"

"... her? the one that looks like she's a porcelain doll?"

"oh don't be foolish, no one could ever recreate that beauty."

"right."

...

"can you talk to her for me, please"

"do it yourself loverboy."

this mans a poet and romantic, through and through. you can not change my mind

got mistaked for a butch lesbian before growing out his facial hair

loves taking baths whilst fully clothed. he has fallen asleep. Glariza is mildly concerned but leaves him be.

he lives by "happy wife happy life"

Him and Glariza were basically Merlin's second parents when she was growing up, but when she reached her teenage years, he started mentoring her and a bunch of stuff happened (including Glariza's death) she grew distant and started seeing him purely as her teacher

Bisexual. so is Glariza. Bi wife and Bi husband

Does not like cheese. cannot stand the smell of it either. Will gag.

used to drink but stopped completly a year or two into his marriage.

The fastest menace before he got wheelchair bound. could not stay still for more than a minute. tosses and turns constantly in his sleep.

deaf in one ear beacuse of an experiment going wrong and a very very loud explosion going off right next to his left ear

used to read loads but went into a reading slump at one point and never really came out of it.

His parents pride and joy, but they died when he was really young.

Loves it when people play with his hair. merlin's dad used to do it all the time when they were kids, he'd take two strands and twist them together because he didn't know how to braid.

really wanted to be father. Glariza was 3 months pregnant when mael killed her.

had an emo phase. like a proper proper one. dyed a part of his hair black so he had a blonde baliage and a bunch of piercings (he kept all his ear piercings and eyebrow piercing)

very loud and had little to no volume control. learnt how to control it whilst locked up.

talked to himself whilst imprisoned, but acted like he was talking to glariza and the kid he never got to have.

whilst making the doll gowther, he modeled him after glariza, but changed a couple things. made his hair brighter and longer, his eyes greener and gave him glasses. this was so he could also resemble what him and Glariza's child could have looked like if they had taken after their mother.

does not sneeze, just shakes in place like an old washing machine.

he was also quite close friends with Meliodas and zeldris' mother, and was there for most of Meliodas' childhood (he taught him how to cook because His mother was too busy and the demon king is not about to be any kind of maternal figure)

he's very creative and loves to make things, mainly items of clothing. he handmade Glariza's wedding dress

That's all for now, might update if I get any more ideas

#nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #goatdad #demon gowther #gowther #glariza nnt #chief of Belialuin nnt #headcanon #I desperately need friends with the se hyperfixations #I love him so much #I need more demon gowther lore #nakaba please bring him back

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prongsfish · 8 months ago

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we need more bartylus thoughts 🙏

YEAHHHHHH BARTYLUSSS!!!!

i am a full supporter of the “i want non-angsty bartylus!” movement because i agree but i also am personally mostly invested in doomed ships. like the fact that i even believe they ever recognised their feelings for each other is more than most of my ships HAHA so you’ll all have to excuse me if i usually write them tragically.

my bartylus is encapsulated by a midwest emo song. not like a specific one, just the general vibes of a midwest emo song. that’s what they are to me.

though! i do have some happy-ish bartylus thoughts. i like the idea that barty is fluent in french through coming from a family in politics, it seems like the kind of thing he’d be taught, and i imagine that they often speak in french to each other when they want less people to be able to understand them. like if regulus is particularly upset or stressed, he goes to barty and they speak in french because it just feels safer (and vice versa!!). i feel like they’d both be vulnerable with each other in a way they never could be with anybody else, they’re both struggle a lot with emotions but they’re each others’ safe spaces in that way. they just get each other, they really value solidarity.

a lot of people are scared of them, because they’re both very intimidating people. a lot of people also question how they’re even compatible, but in truth, the way they present to the general public is quite different to how they truly are in private, so a lot of people take them at face value as just “scary loud guy” and “scary quiet guy”. they could care less what people think about them and just keep to themselves, it doesn’t matter either way to them.

i think they were always very close, ever since they met, and some of their other friends would feel kind of left out. like, “why are they so inseparable and i’m just on the outside? what makes it different between them?” but then eventually barty and regulus get together and everyone’s like “ohhhhhhhhhhh. right” HAHA it’s not like they weren’t super close with evan, pandora, and dorcas- more just that barty and reg were always just one degree MORE. that whole group is super codependent and tightly knit, any normal person would think they were all insanely obsessed with each other, but even from their inner perspectives bartylus were extra close.

they’re also very much creatures of habit in my mind. barty is a bit more of a wild card, but there’s still a method to his madness, and there are clear patterns in his behaviour. regulus is full routine. he hates everything he can’t control, and when he CAN control something, he CONTROLSSSS it. barty finds it cute and makes fun of him, sometimes he’ll joke about messing things up for him but he’d never genuinely do that to him because he knows regulus would actually just break down. if you want you can take that as then being autistic, i don’t really write characters as explicitly neurodivergent but it often filters through just because i project my own thought processes onto characters LMAOO

that’s all i’ve got for now i think… i love them so much though thank you for the excuse to ramble about them. they’re constantly on my mind i tell you

#a #bartylus #regulus black #barty crouch jr

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 10 months ago

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What if we kissed in the Maize Maze?

Ok so I wanted to start posting my Soulmates AU for Raindrop month, but writing for my Medieval one is going waay better than planned and it's confusing me to have 2 separate backstories in my head at once, so while I still have *checks calendar* 5 DAYS, here's a little stand-alone ficlet!

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze? A Midwest Emo Ghouls AU ficlet

Rating: T Content: fluff, literally that's it just fluff Words: 615

Lots of love to @alwaysjustmina for organizing this month again this year, I love any excuse to write about our soggy boys!! 🌦️🖤

hello @revengeghoulette, here is your summons as promised!! 🫡

Read below, or on AO3!

Haymaking season was coming to an end, and Swiss, Mountain and all the ghouls who pitched in to help were looking forward to a well-deserved break. To celebrate the end of the season, Swiss had built a maze out of hay bales for the children and kits of the town, as well as some of the more enthusiastic adults.

The whole community had come together to put on a party at the ghouls' farm. Mountain and his colleagues from the hardware store had built fairground games, Dew had dragged the church's speakers down on a trailer and was playing records Mist had brought from her shop. Aurora's cafe had a small pop-up, and Cirrus had brought a vat of apple cider, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, for the younger guests. Cumulus was in her element, her little face-painting stall attracting such a sizeable queue that Sunshine had jumped in to help out. Phantom was taking his new role as Youth Pastor – and more recently Sunday School teacher – very seriously, replacing her in supervising a very intense game of tag. While Mountain minded the hay maze, Swiss was giving rides on the haycart he had hitched to the back of his tractor, driving the children and kits up and down the field in the warm afternoon sunshine.

After closing time, once the families had gone home, the ghouls had the place to themselves without getting in the way of the fun of the younger members of the community. Rain and Dew were the last ones left inside the maze. Aurora and Mist had quickly disappeared somewhere together, Sunny, Cirrus and Cumulus were deep into their mission of finishing off the cider now that their responsibilities were over, the three of them covered in rainbow paint and body glitter.

Dewdrop and Rain walked hand in hand through the maze, quietly drinking in each other’s company in the balmy evening air. Making it to the centre of the maze they sat down on a bale, surrounded by golden walls on all sides as the amber glow of sunset spread across the sky. Dew leaned his head on Rain’s shoulder, utterly content in the moment.

“It’s beautiful.” Rain commented, as they watched the play of colours around them. “Just like you.”

Dew turned his face to bury it in Rain’s neck, bashful.

“You are, and I’m so proud of you, taking over from Aeth like you did. You’re doing such a great job, love! Look at how the town and harvest are flourishing. I’m honoured to call you my husband.”

Never one to take compliments well, Dew redirected Rain’s affections by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pair lost themselves in each other, the cooling temperatures went unnoticed past the warmth of their bodies, the slight prickliness of the hay nothing compared to the soft slide of their lips.

By the time they came up for air, Dew having squirmed his way into Rain’s lap, the sky was glowing a deep russet colour. From outside the maze, they could hear the sounds of the others packing up to leave.

“Alright lovebirds, time to come out or I’ll send the dogs in!” they heard Swiss call. The pair only giggled, Rain placing feather-light kisses across Dew’s cheekbones while he blushed the colour of the sky.

“You don’t have a dog!” Dew hollered back as he struggled to hold in his giggles.

“Hi Dewy.” deadpanned Mountain.

Eventually, Dew and Rain managed to find their way out of the maze, neither wanting to be found and carried out by the giant earth ghoul.

“Nice straw hat, Rain.” smirked Swiss, “although normally you weave it into itself, not directly into your hair!”

#I’m tweaking the timeline slightly to have Phantom in town closer to Dew’s element transition shhh!#raindrop month #raindrop april #raindrop #midwest emo ghouls au #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #em writes

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graciegoeskrazy · 8 months ago

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heyyy I can’t stop thinking about matty’s daughter’s first day at school, like getting ready with her uniform, all cutie, then confused because wtf is doing George at 7:30 am at the breakfast table, getting a photoshoot at the stairs and then at the front door, matty getting emo, idk it seems so damn cute for me

Remember when the boys (or at least Matty and George) were all living together?? Mhm. That’s right. This day is a FAMILY AFFAIR.

It’s just that your father didn’t expect you to grow up the fast, and DEFINITELY didn’t expect to be this emotional sending his only baby off to preschool.

You were excited and ready for kindergarten - new backpack and uniform all laid out the night before. Meanwhile, your father was a WRECK. He tried his best to keep his emotions in, especially for your sake. However it was evident that everyone in the home was feeling the same way, your father was just hiding it the best.

George is sat around the table in the morning with a coffee and some bland cereal he stole from the cupboard. Matty silently laughs at him while walking in - still half asleep himself.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because my baby is going to big girl school and is gonna be gone for the entire day.”

“First off, she’s not just your baby-“

“I’ve helped raise her.”

“Second, she's not going to be locked in a tower for Christ's sake, she going to PRESCHOOL. She’ll be gone for like 5 hours.”

George just continues groaning. “I can’t deal with this.”

“Just wait till she gets to high school.”

Matty eventually decides it’s time to get you out of bed and start getting ready. He walks into your room and his heart MELTS at your state. Cuddled up with all of the stuffed animals possible. You really are the sweetest thing he’s ever layed his eyes on.

I feel like he’s the type of dad to just hype you up whenever you need it. Like he’ll be doing your hair (and he’s good at it like pinterest mom level type shit hairdo’s) and he’ll be like…

Who’s gonna have a good day? Y/N!!!!

Who’s gonna make the most friends? YOU ARE!

Are we gonna do awesome in school for the next 12 years???? HELL YEAH!

like i just get the vibe.

anywhoooo. soon enough your walking down the stairs, backpack in hand, hair back with two pigtails, ready to take on whatever the day may bring and ready to show your fav uncles your outfit.

You end at the bottom of the stairs with a “Tadaaaa!” and they all turn and smile at the cute little girl in front of them.

They all are groaning wrecks by the time you and your dad walk out to the car.

And Matty can’t help the little tear that falls when you walk into the classroom, leaving him nothing but a little wave.

#so cutesy #baby healy is adorbs #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #george daniel

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polysucks · 24 days ago

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hi!!! 👋 i don’t wanna be annoying but I love ur blog and ur objectively bad takes /s

you bring up some decent points comparing jon and sansa to each other as far as stupid teenager things go. Can you elaborate a little more on Sansa’s mistakes being stupid teenager mistakes? she’s big naive and wears her rose tinted glasses and that pretty much sets the stage for her character and the growth she experiences in the series, but it’s hard for me to believe an 11-13 year old girl {i forget how old anyways she’s youngg 🍼} wouldn’t consider the weight her choices as a future queen betrothed to the heir of the iron throne would hold.

{almost hoping i become immortalized on ur blog when my anon ask becomes the gateway to ur next metaessay♥️💙💜💗💛💚}

HI OH MY GOD YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING, I LOVE YOU.

I can't believe you fuckin losers want to hear more of my objectively bad takes (stealing that one)

And I lovvvveeeee how you approached me with constructive pushback :) I wish I had more asks like you. Ya'll are allowed to disagree with me, and I hope some of you do. I'm a big fan of (constructive and purely conversational) debate! But imma be real w you. I feel like your argument doesn't hold much weight, either. Speaking as a former idealistic and very stupid 11-13 year old girl-- oh my god I could totally see myself at sansa's age and in her position making the same stupid fucking decisions. Does that make them right? absolutely not. Still fuckin stupid.

I've never been an angsty teenage boy, though, so I cannot attest to whether or not Jon is an accurate representation of cringe 15 year old amab experiences but like. having been around alot of cringe 15 year old amabs? yeah. He seems pretty normal, too.

on that note. Lemme be a li'l unhinged and intellectualize this for a min.

Teenage Dirtbags of Westeros: Jon, Sansa, and the Cost of Being Dumb

some get stabbed and some get stuck pretending to be their creepy uncle’s kid

Word count: 924 Time to read: 5 - 9 mins CW for discussions of gender as a binary, Sansa's character arc which involves grooming and Petyr Baelish is his own warning all by himself.

in the books, we can easily see a parallel between how Sansa and Jon are depicted as lame teenagers with terrible social skills and a comical lack of self-awareness (like most teenagers, of not all.) Both characters begin as naïve, idealistic teenagers thrust into new and exciting circumstances that they soon learn are far beyond their control, yet the consequences of their decisions deviate abruptly due to the difference in societal structures and therefore the disparity in expectations placed upon them. Jon, despite making reckless and shortsighted choices, is – for the most part—spared personal, long-lasting repercussions; his errors largely affect the Wall and the Wildlings rather than his own survival or sense of self. In contrast, Sansa’s mistakes carry devastating consequences for her identity and agency, with her naïve decisions rippling through the entirety of the narrative and altering the trajectory of Westeros as a whole. This discrepancy demonstrates not only the fundamentally gendered lens through which these characters’ arcs are written but also the brutal realities of power and privilege in this universe. And honestly, it’s no mistake. I think Peepaw did this intentionally.

Jon’s mistakes as a stupid emo whiny ass angsty teen often stem from his desire to balance his personal beliefs with his borderline quixotic sense of duty. His decision to trust the Wildlings, for example, ruptures his relationships with his colleagues and new forced family and eventually leads to his murder at the hands of his brothers. Jon’s death, however, is implied to be temporary and functions as a narrative tool to reinforce his role as a messianic figurehead of the series (I mean like I could write a whole fuckin thing about this alone and how the inclusion of Beric Dondarrion and the Brothers without Banners’ influence on Arya’s storyline and how Arya by herself can serve as a parallel for Jon--). Though he definitely faces challenges, the consequences of his actions are contained within the Wall and immediately adjacent—a place already isolated from the political machinations of Westeros by design. His mistakes do not permanently alter his identity or strip him of his agency. Sansa’s mistakes, on the other hand, have far-reaching consequences that compound over time, affecting not only her personal arc but the entire realm. Her choice to approach Queen Cersei and beg for the crown’s protection—a decision born of youthful idealism and trust in the chivalric ideals she’s been taught (blame ur father sweetie. Welcome to the club)—sets off a chain of events that leads to Robert Baratheon’s death, Ned Stark’s execution, and the War of the Five Kings and so on and so forth. Like the 9/11 domino effect but for Westeros. Unlike Jon, Sansa’s errors are amplified by her birth status and specifically her gender, as the stakes of her actions reverberate through the political landscape in ways she could never have foreseen.

This disparity is further illustrated through their respective “deaths.” While Jon’s death is a physical one, Sansa experiences a symbolic death when she is forced to throw away her identity at the hands of her biggest groomer (and fuckin Capital L LOSER) and become Alayne Stone, the bastard daughter of Littlefinger [crowd boos]. Sansa’s transformation is a worse fate because it robs her of her sense of self, forcing her to live a life of manipulation and abuse under the guise of her abuser’s ward. Peepaw even emphasizes this loss of self by titling her perspective chapters as "Alayne" rather than "Sansa," (I cry errytiem) reflecting her inner turmoil as she begins to think of herself as someone other than a Stark. (I mean you can argue that Sansa’s loss of identity began at the Crossing when she was robbed of Lady and you would be correct but this is my meta essay get ur own soapbox. And tag me if u do.) Jon’s (potential) resurrection allows him to return to his true self with renewed purpose, while Sansa’s erasure underscores the brutality of her circumstances and the grotesquely gendered nature of power in Westeros. Sansa’s narrative arc illustrates how the consequences of her stupid teenager mistakes are magnified not because she is less capable than Jon, but because the world she inhabits punishes women far more harshly for what this society considers to be faults. Her suffering and eventual growth reveal the oppressive structures that shape her life, while Jon’s arc—though compelling and holds significant weight narratively and I’m not trying to argue it doesn’t—remains largely insulated from such systemic inequities

The unequal treatment of Jon and Sansa’s naivety is not just a reflection of their personal arcs but of the broader structures of power and gender in Westeros. Jon is allowed to fail without the world collapsing around him because he exists on the fringes of society as a bastard and a member of the Night’s Watch. Sansa, on the other hand, is punished brutally for her mistakes because of the immense weight placed on her identity as a Stark and a daughter and her role in the political machinations of Westeros.

This discrepancy highlights the systemic inequality at play in the series: Jon is afforded the space to grow and learn from his mistakes, while Sansa is stripped of her agency, identity, and autonomy. Her suffering is not just personal—it is woven into the fabric of Westeros itself, as her mistakes become the catalysts for larger political and social upheaval.

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Conjure: Chapter 1

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka Warnings: 18+ || Angst. Language. Anger. Grief. Death. Accidental drowning. Funeral. Burial. Paranormal. Ghosts. (let me know if I'm missing something so I can add it.) A/N: Jaketober is officially officially here! I hope you'll enjoy this short series!

Twins.

Noun. A person or thing that is exactly like the other.

They were born into this world from the same womb–only five minutes apart. Two brothers who share just about everything. Everything they did was done together, except for their school classes. Too chaotic to be in the same class together. The only time they were ever purposely separated, and not by their choice. They made a pact when they were young, that since they came into this world together, they would leave this world together.

Twenty-eight years came and went in a blur. They survived significant others that came and went, some staying longer than others. They were each other's ride or die, no one could replace either one of them. They had their own best friends, but they were each other’s built in best friend from the start.

They even had different passions. Jake loved music. He learned how to play guitar at a very young age, and it was the one thing that he stayed true to. He had dreams of playing music like his grandfather, but he wanted to be BIG. Have a band, compose his own songs, travel around the world while playing his music. Josh on the other hand, dreamt of producing films. Come junior high and high school, he produced a few short films with the help of Jake, of course. He was also into theater, unlike Jake. He loved to act, loved to be the center of attention, whereas Jake did not. Jake tended to hang out behind the scenes, keep to himself and just not be bothered unless he chose to be.

And for the next ten years, the twins were still together. They even moved in together for a while, even with their significant others, because they just couldn’t separate from each other.

Though they lived apart now, they still were inseparable, even when they went on tour. They were always together.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Josh joked one night as he handed Jake a glass of whiskey. “And apparently the same goes for you.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Nah, we made a pact. If you go down, I’m going down with you.”

Josh chuckles. “That silly ole pact, Jacob,” He sips on his wine. “I can’t believe you’re still holding onto that.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders and sips his whiskey. “I don’t think I could ever live a day without you…”

Little did he know that living without his twin forever was approaching faster than he was ever expecting…

He was woken up late one night to a phone call from his brother’s partner. He could barely make out a word that the poor guy was going on about through tears. When he finally pieced everything together, he was out of bed and rushing down to his car.

It was an accident. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was all an accident.

Josh was fooling around, as he usually does. Anything to entertain and bring a smile to his friends’ faces. He dared his partner that he could jump further into the lake and that he did. But his foot got tangled in the weeds at the bottom. He never resurfaced when his partner did. By the time he was cut free and brought back to the surface, he was already gone.

To Jake, it felt like a part of him was dying. His soul being yanked from his body. He broke a lot of things that night. His home was trashed by the time he finally cried himself to sleep. Seeing his brother lying there on the table, cold and… Dead.

His words echoed in his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“We promised each other! You promised me!”

He was angry with his brother for the weeks to follow before the funeral. He blamed his brother for his own death, his own stupidity. If he never made that stupid dare, then he wouldn’t have gone into the water and he never would have gotten stuck.

But then that anger turned into sorrow the day of the funeral. It all became real as he saw his brother lying in the casket in a sleek white suit. He stood there, staring at his lifeless body and the single white rose placed between his folded hands.

It rained that day, all through the funeral and all through the burial. Jake stood there without an umbrella, and refused one from anyone who offered him one. He didn’t care if he was being soaked, nor did he care if he would end up sick. Maybe this time it’ll take him out.

They enter this world together, they leave together.

That was the promise. The pact.

Even when everyone had left the gravesite after the casket was lowered into the ground, Jake stayed.

Eventually he left when the cemetery closed for the night, going home in a soaked suit.

Now it’s been four years since the passing of his brother. He still grieves for his other half, but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Celebrating his birthday that first year was a rough one. Instead of celebrating with their family, he went to the cemetery and spent the day there. Whether he spoke a word or not, he stayed in hopes of feeling his brother’s presence. He always had this feeling that he was around, always watching. He wanted to feel that again, especially that day.

Twice a year he’d visit Josh’s grave. Once for their birthday and again on Halloween. Halloween, he believed, is to be the day that the veil is the thinnest for the spirit world to enter the mortal world. Any chance he’d get to be closer to his brother, even for a little while, was worth it.

This year for Halloween is no different than the others. He’d drive to the cemetery in the afternoon, with a picnic basket full of his brother’s favorite food and a few candles that he will light when the sun goes down. But though it seemed to be no different than the rest, this year would be something to remember. He just didn’t know it.

What he also didn’t know is that his brother is indeed still there. And even though he knew Jake couldn’t hear him, he still responded to his questions as if they were having a normal conversation.

Josh is perched on his tombstone and draws lazy circles on the gray cement as he listens to Jake talk.

Blah, blah, blah. It’s the same old shit every year.

I miss you. I wish you were here. It’s not the same without you here.

Well no shit it’s not, brother. I wish I were there too–as I say every year..

He wishes he could just slap Jake. Anything to get him out of the mopey mess. Hoping off the stone, he settles on his feet before joining his brother on the grass.

“I met a girl..”

Josh perks up and smirks. “Oh, did you now?”

“But it didn’t last long..”

“Here we go… Let me guess, it’s because of me..”

“It’s because of you..”

“I knew it.. You can’t let my death get in the way of you living your life.” He goes to move off of the tombstone to sit in front of his brother. “You know, if I could touch you, I’d slap you. Pull yourself together, Jake.”

Jake sighs and lowers his head. “She’s really nice, but I didn’t want my grief to bring her down..”

Josh rolls his eyes and leans backwards against the stone. He runs his thumb over his nails as he inspects them. “Everyone grieves about someone, Jake. She’s probably grieving too.”

He watches as Jake reaches into the basket and pulls out a candle. He groans when he sees that it’s the smelly orange candle.

“What is with you and that godforsaken candle?” He says as he gags when he smells it. “It smells absolutely horrid. You and your witchy voodoo shit, I don’t get it.” He leans backwards again against the stone and folds his arms over his chest. “And if that’s some way to “honor me”, that’s pretty pathetic. You know I like grand things, not some smelly, little candle.”

“The candle does smell pretty bad,” Jake says with a light chuckle. “The packaging it came in said it was supposed to smell like pumpkin and sage.”

“And who was this person that thought pumpkin and sage smell good together?” Josh grimaces. “I prefer vanilla, thank you very much.”

Jake sighs and allows his shoulders to drop. “Anyways.. I talked to Chris today. He wants to start a band…” He shrugs and fidgets with his fingers in his lap. “I told him I’d think about it.. But the truth is, I don’t think I want to.. Music just doesn’t feel the same with you.”

“Oh for the love of god..” Josh rolls his eyes once more and pushes off the stone. “Nothing will be the same without me, that’s just how it’s going to be from now on. Of course it will be different, but maybe it’ll be a good different.”

“Seriously wish I could hear what you’re saying.. You’re probably yelling right about now, calling me stupid.”

“Yelling? No. Calling you stupid. Yes, because you are being stupid!” Josh sighs and rubs his temple. “Even when I’m dead, I’m still the rational one..”

“I guess my passion for music is kind of dead–no pun intended.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny..” Josh leans forward on his knees and stares down his brother. “Like I haven’t heard that one before..”

“I’m sorry if I’m depressing you..”

“Well, you’re in the right place for that..” Josh grumbles. “Unfortunately..” He scoffs. “This place is depressing.. Just last week there was a woman who cried for hours over my grave and I didn’t even know who she was! I don’t think I’ve ever met her! Although now that I think about it, I think she was at the wrong grave.. She kept calling for a ‘Joey’.. I don’t even know a ‘Joey’, nor have I met one on this side.. Maybe he crossed over, you know, that kind of thing..”

“--And I don’t know, I guess I just still feel comfortable coming to talk to you still, even if I can’t hear anything you’re saying..”

“Oh shit, you’re still talking.” He laughs. “My bad..”

Jake looks around the stone, squinting in the light of the flashlight. “Cemetery’s closed, sir..”

Josh peers over the stone himself to find the groundskeeper weaving his way around the other tombstones as he comes closer to Jake. He rolls his eyes and stands to his feet. “I hate this guy.. Such a downer–he’s worse than you. Ugh.. And he always takes the flowers from my grave.. Hello, I’m still enjoying those, thank you very much!” He huffs and folds his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Jake says as he stands to his feet. “I guess I got a little carried away again..”

“Jacob, don’t apologize.. I get it. Sometimes I find myself getting carried away talking to the dead too.” The groundskeeper chuckles.

Josh rolls his eyes. “He really does get carried away.. He rambles on more than I do, and that says a lot.”

“Go home and get some sleep.. He’ll still be here tomorrow..”

“And the day after that.. And the day after that.. And the day after that.. I’ll always be here.”

Jake reluctantly picks up the picnic basket and the candle. He blows it out and puts it back inside the basket. “Bye Josh..”

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